Hello everyone! My name is Emma, and I’m a fanfiction writer in the Criminal Minds fandom.
Most of my writing is intended for mature audiences and focuses on adult themes in reader-insert stories. I write with both male reader and female reader perspectives, and I enjoy exploring different dynamics, character relationships, and creative scenarios.
I’m comfortable writing for a wide range of Criminal Minds characters, so if you have a favorite character you’d like to see in a story, feel free to send in a request. My request box is currently open, and I love hearing new prompts, ideas, and AUs from readers.
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Pairing: Derek Morgan x Spencer Reid x Female Reader
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Summary: At Derek Morgan's house, a night of drinking loosens inhibitions as Spencer Reid confesses his virginity during a tipsy conversation about sex. Derek, ever the protector, calls in a favor from the hottest woman he knows to give the genius an unforgettable initiation into rough, passionate sex—culminating in intense double penetration that leaves them all breathless.
The bass from Derek Morgan's stereo thumped through his living room, mixing with the clink of beer bottles on the coffee table. It was a rare Friday night off for the BAU, and Derek had finally cornered Spencer Reid into coming over. 'Come on, pretty boy,' he'd teased earlier, slapping Spencer's back. 'One beer won't kill you. Live a little.'
Spencer, lanky and awkward in his cardigan, had relented after the third plea. Now, three beers in, his cheeks were flushed, words tumbling faster than usual. 'Statistically, alcohol impairs judgment, but... this isn't so bad.' He took another swig, grimacing slightly at the bitterness.
Derek chuckled, sprawled on the couch in his tank top and sweats, muscles flexing as he reached for the remote. 'Told you. But we're just getting started.' He eyed the half-empty bottle of whiskey on the side table. 'How about something with a kick? Man up, Reid.'
'I don't know, Derek. Beer is already pushing my limits.' But Spencer's protest was weak, and Derek poured a shot anyway, sliding it over.
'One shot. For science.' Derek grinned, downing his own.
Spencer hesitated, then threw it back, coughing as the burn hit. 'Okay, that's... intense.'
An hour later, the room spun gently for both of them. Empty bottles littered the floor, and the conversation had veered from cases to women—Derek regaling Spencer with tales of conquests, Spencer rambling about historical mating rituals to deflect.
'You ever been with a woman, Reid?' Derek asked bluntly, leaning forward, eyes sharp despite the buzz.
Spencer froze, fiddling with his glass. 'I... no. Not really. I've kissed a few times, but... nothing more.' His voice dropped. 'I'm a virgin.'
Derek's eyebrows shot up, then he burst out laughing—not mocking, but surprised. 'No shit? Pretty boy like you? We gotta fix that.' He pulled out his phone, scrolling through contacts with a mischievous glint.
'What are you doing?' Spencer slurred, panic edging his tone.
'Calling in a favor. Hottest girl I know owes me one.' Derek hit dial, putting it on speaker.
Your voice came through, sultry and amused. 'Morgan? This better be good—it's late.'
'Baby girl, I need you over here. Got a situation with my boy Spencer. He's never... you know. And I figure you could show him a good time.' Derek winked at Spencer, who looked mortified.
You laughed, low and throaty. 'Virgin genius, huh? Sounds fun. Be there in twenty.'
The line clicked off, and Spencer sputtered. 'Derek! You can't just—'
'Relax, kid. She's fire. You'll thank me.'
You arrived in a tight dress that hugged your curves, heels clicking on the hardwood as Derek let you in. Your eyes raked over Spencer, who sat rigid on the couch, then Derek, who pulled you into a quick hug. 'Thanks for coming through.'
'Anything for you two.' You sauntered over, dropping beside Spencer, your thigh pressing against his. 'So, you're the virgin? Don't worry, I'll be gentle... at first.'
Spencer swallowed, arousal stirring despite his nerves. The alcohol dulled his inhibitions, and your perfume—sweet and intoxicating—made his head swim.
Derek poured you a drink, settling on your other side. 'Let's loosen him up more.'
The three of you talked, laughed, your hand casually on Spencer's knee, inching higher. Derek watched, his own cock twitching at the tension building. Soon, your fingers brushed Spencer's bulge, and he gasped, not pulling away.
'Feels good, doesn't it?' you whispered, unzipping his pants. His cock sprang free—long and slender, already hard and leaking.
'Y-yeah,' he stammered as you stroked him, slow and firm.
Derek leaned in, kissing your neck while his hand cupped your breast through the dress. 'Show him how it's done.'
You stood, peeling off your dress to reveal lace lingerie that left little to the imagination—thong riding high on your hips, bra pushing your tits up invitingly. Spencer's eyes widened, mouth dry.
Derek stripped too, his thick, muscled body on display, cock thick and heavy between his legs. He tugged Spencer's clothes off, leaving the genius naked and exposed.
You pushed Spencer back on the couch, straddling his lap. 'First time's special.' Leaning down, you captured his lips in a deep kiss, tongue exploring as your hand guided his cock to your soaked pussy. You sank down slowly, inch by inch, your walls stretching around his length.
Spencer moaned into your mouth, hips bucking instinctively. 'Oh god—it's so tight.'
You rode him rough, tits bouncing as you slammed down, grinding your clit against his base. 'Fuck, you're big,' you gasped, nails digging into his chest.
Derek stroked himself watching, then moved behind you. 'My turn to join.' He spat on his fingers, rubbing your ass, then pressed his cockhead against your tight hole.
Spencer froze. 'Wait—what?'
'Trust me, pretty boy. She loves it.' Derek pushed in slow, your ass yielding to his girth. You cried out, pussy clenching around Spencer as the fullness overwhelmed you.
'Fuck—yes!' you panted, rocking between them. Spencer thrust up, tentative at first, then harder, matching Derek's rhythm.
Derek gripped your hips, pounding your ass deep, balls slapping against Spencer. 'Take it, baby. Feel us both fucking you.'
The sensation was intense—Spencer's cock hitting your g-spot while Derek stretched your ass, the thin wall between them rubbing every thrust. You screamed, orgasm crashing fast, juices soaking Spencer's lap as your body shook.
Spencer groaned, overwhelmed, his hips stuttering. 'I—I'm gonna—'
'Hold it,' Derek ordered, voice rough. He pulled out briefly, flipping you onto all fours on the couch. Spencer knelt in front, feeding you his cock—slick with your cum—as Derek slammed back into your pussy this time, rough and unrelenting.
You sucked Spencer eagerly, hollowing your cheeks, tongue swirling his tip while Derek fucked you from behind, hand fisting your hair. 'Suck him good, make him cum down your throat.'
Spencer thrust into your mouth, drunk on pleasure, his hands in your hair. 'Feels amazing—your mouth...'
Derek switched again, lubing up with your wetness before pushing into your ass once more, then pulled Spencer close. 'Together now.' They positioned you between them—Spencer in your pussy, Derek in your ass—double penetrating you fully.
You wailed, stuffed to the brim, their cocks sliding against each other through your body. They thrust in unison, rough and deep, grunts filling the room. 'Fuck her hard, Reid—pound that pussy.'
Spencer did, losing control, slamming into you as Derek railed your ass. Sweat slicked your skin, tits jiggling with each brutal thrust.
'I'm cumming!' you shrieked, walls spasming, milking them both.
Spencer came first, flooding your pussy with hot spurts, crying out your name. Derek followed, burying deep in your ass, cum pulsing inside you.
You collapsed together, panting and spent. Derek clapped Spencer's back. 'Welcome to the club, kid.'
Spencer, dazed and grinning, nodded. 'Best... lesson ever.'
As the night faded, tangled limbs and satisfied sighs, you knew this was just the beginning.
Summary: As a new BAU agent, you're assigned to interrogate the notorious Cat Adams in her high-security cell. Her manipulative charm and sharp intellect draw you in, turning a routine session into a charged, forbidden encounter. Cat uses her seductive prowess to unravel your defenses, leading to intense, explicit passion where she dominates you with words and touches, pushing boundaries in the shadows of the prison—fingers, tongues, and raw desire clashing amid her psychological games.
The sterile hum of the fluorescent lights in the federal prison's interrogation wing set your nerves on edge as you approached the reinforced glass door. You were the new agent on the BAU team, fresh-faced and eager, assigned to this solo follow-up with Cat Adams after Hotch deemed it low-risk. Cat, the Black Widow herself, sat chained to the metal table in her orange jumpsuit, her dark hair cascading over one shoulder, lips curved in that signature smirk that screamed danger and allure.
You slid into the chair opposite her, file in hand, trying to ignore the way her green eyes locked onto yours like a predator sizing up prey. 'Ms. Adams, I'm Agent Y/N. We're revisiting some details from your last statement.'
She tilted her head, chains rattling softly. 'Agent Y/N. Cute. You look nervous. First time with a killer?' Her voice was smooth, laced with that teasing lilt from her videos—the one that made profilers question their sanity.
You straightened, flipping open the file. 'Let's focus. Tell me more about your network.' But even as you spoke, her gaze drifted down your body, lingering on the V of your blouse, the way your slacks hugged your hips. Heat crept up your neck, but you pressed on, reciting questions about her aliases, her kills.
Cat leaned forward as much as the restraints allowed, her breath fogging the space between you. 'You know, Y/N, you're different from the others. Hotch is all stone, Reid's a genius but awkward. You... you have fire. I can see it in your eyes. Bet you burn bright when you're not playing cop.'
'Answer the question,' you snapped, but your voice wavered. She was good—too good—at this game, twisting words like threads in her web.
She chuckled, low and throaty. 'Fine. My network? Scattered. But right now, I'm more interested in yours. What's a pretty thing like you doing in a place like this? Lonely nights profiling monsters? Need someone to make you feel alive?'
Your pen scratched harder against the paper, but her words slithered under your skin. The room felt smaller, the air thicker. 'This isn't a social call.'
'Oh, but it could be.' Cat's tongue darted out, wetting her lips. 'Unlock these cuffs, and I'll show you how I really unwind. Or... maybe you like the chains. Adds to the thrill.'
You glanced at the door—guarded, but the guard was outside, out of earshot. Protocol screamed to leave, but curiosity, or something darker, rooted you. 'You're delusional if you think—'
She interrupted with a soft laugh. 'Delusional? No, sweetheart. Observant. Your pupils dilated when I called you pretty. Pulse jumping in your throat. You're intrigued. Admit it.'
Against your better judgment, you stood, circling the table to check the recorder—off, as per the low-stakes setup. Cat watched every move, her eyes hungry. When you turned back, she shifted, the jumpsuit pulling tight across her chest.
'Come closer,' she whispered. 'Let me see you.'
You shouldn't. But you did, leaning against the table's edge, inches from the glass barrier that separated you—no, wait, this room had no glass; it was direct, just the table and chains. Her scent—faint jasmine from whatever prison soap—wafted toward you.
Her fingers flexed in the cuffs. 'Touch me. Just once. See if I'm as cold as they say.'
Your hand trembled as you reached out, brushing her knuckles. Warm. Alive. Electric. She turned her palm up, capturing your fingers, pulling you nearer until your thigh pressed against her knee.
'Good girl,' she purred, voice dropping to that intimate timbre. 'Now, unbutton your blouse. Show me what you're hiding under that stiff agent facade.'
Heart pounding, you complied, fingers fumbling with the top button. The fabric parted, revealing the lace of your bra. Cat's eyes darkened, her breath quickening. 'Beautiful. Take it off. Let me taste.'
You glanced back—no one. The door locked from outside. Madness, but the thrill overrode sense. You shrugged off the blouse, unhooking your bra, letting your breasts spill free. Nipples hardened in the cool air.
Cat strained forward, lips parting. 'Closer.' You bent, offering one breast to her mouth. She latched on immediately, sucking hard, tongue swirling the peak. You gasped, hand fisting her hair, the pull of her mouth sending jolts straight to your core.
She released with a pop, grinning wickedly. 'Knew you'd break. Now, your pants. I want to feel how wet you are.'
You kicked off your shoes, shoving down your slacks and panties in one motion, stepping out naked from the waist down. Cat's chained hands couldn't reach, but she directed: 'Straddle the table. Face me.'
You climbed up, knees on either side of her lap, your pussy hovering near her chest. She craned her neck, inhaling deeply. 'Smell like sin. Spread for me.'
Your fingers parted your folds, exposing your slick entrance. Cat's tongue flicked out, but couldn't quite reach. Frustrated, she growled, 'Rub yourself on my face. Use me.'
You lowered, grinding against her mouth. Her tongue plunged in eagerly, lapping at your juices, nose bumping your clit. She ate you like a starving woman, slurping noisily, teeth grazing your inner lips. 'Fuck, you taste sweet. Drip for me, agent.'
Moans escaped you, hips rocking faster. Her words fueled the fire—'That's it, ride my tongue. Imagine if the team saw you now, slut for a killer.' The degradation twisted something deep, making you clench around her probing muscle.
She sucked your clit hard, humming vibrations through you. Your orgasm built fast, thighs quivering. 'Cum on my face, Y/N. Mark me as yours.'
You shattered, juices flooding her mouth, body arching as waves crashed. She drank you down, licking until you whimpered from oversensitivity.
Panting, you slid off, but Cat wasn't done. 'Your turn. Free one hand—quickly.'
Trembling, you grabbed the cuff key from the guard's station earlier—protocol breach be damned—and unlocked her right hand. She wasted no time, yanking you back onto the table, flipping you onto your back despite the awkward angle.
Her fingers dove between your legs, two thrusting deep into your pussy, curling against your walls. 'So tight. Bet no one's fucked you like this.' Thumb circling your clit, she pumped relentlessly, the wet sounds echoing.
You writhed, breasts bouncing with each drive. 'Cat—oh god—'
'Say my name louder. Let them hear outside.' She added a third finger, stretching you, scissoring to hit every spot. Her free hand pinched your nipple, twisting sharply.
The second climax hit harder, walls spasming around her digits, squirting onto her wrist. She laughed triumphantly, pulling out to lick her fingers clean. 'Good girl. But I want more.'
She stood as much as the other chain allowed, shoving her jumpsuit down to her waist, exposing her bare breasts—full, with dark nipples erect. 'Suck them.'
You sat up, mouth latching onto one, tongue flicking while your hand kneaded the other. She moaned, guiding your head. 'Harder. Bite.' You nipped, drawing a hiss from her.
Pushing you down again, she climbed half over the table, her pussy—shaved and glistening—now inches from your face. 'Eat me. Make me cum like I did you.'
You dove in, tongue tracing her slit, savoring her tangy arousal. She ground against your mouth, chains clinking rhythmically. 'Yes—fuck my hole with your tongue.' You thrust inside, nose buried in her folds, lapping her clit.
Her hand tangled in your hair, holding you firm as she rode your face. 'Deeper, agent. Earn that badge.' Her thighs clamped, body tensing. She came with a sharp cry, flooding your mouth, hips jerking erratically.
Collapsing back, she panted, re-securing her cuff with a sly wink. 'Lock it tight. Our secret.'
You dressed hastily, face flushed, body humming. As you gathered your things, she leaned in. 'Come back soon, Y/N. Next time, no chains.'
You fled the room, heart racing, knowing you'd return—trapped in her web, just like she planned.
Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Female Reader (Girlfriend) x Team (Emily Prentiss, Jennifer Jareau, Jason Gideon, Spencer Reid, Derek Morgan)
Summary: Your boyfriend Aaron Hotchner is buried in a case debrief when you surprise him at the BAU office with lunch, dressed in a tight shirt hugging your curves and a short skirt that barely covers your thighs. The team's eyes lock on you as you enter the room, Derek's wolf whistle breaking the tension. What starts as innocent staring spirals into a forbidden, heated encounter where the entire team takes turns ravaging you right there in the debriefing room—rough hands, eager mouths, and relentless cocks pushing you to multiple screaming orgasms amid the case files.
The fluorescent lights of the BAU bullpen buzzed overhead as you pushed through the glass doors, a brown paper bag swinging from your hand. Aaron had texted you earlier, complaining about forgetting lunch again, buried in some endless case. You smiled to yourself, knowing exactly how to brighten his day. Your tight white shirt clung to your full breasts, the fabric stretching taut over your hardened nipples from the cool office air. The short black skirt rode high on your thighs with every step, the hem flirting dangerously close to revealing the lacy thong beneath.
You spotted the debriefing room through the windows—Hotch at the head of the table, marker in hand, gesturing at a board covered in photos and timelines. The team sat around him: Emily Prentiss leaning back with crossed arms, Jennifer Jareau scribbling notes, Jason Gideon stroking his chin thoughtfully, Spencer Reid fidgeting with a pen, and Derek Morgan sprawled casually, his dark eyes sharp.
Pushing the door open, you stepped in, the click of your heels echoing. 'Aaron? Brought you something to eat.'
All heads snapped toward you. Hotch paused mid-sentence, his stern expression softening into a rare smile. 'Hey, what are you doing here?'
But before you could answer, Derek let out a low wolf whistle, leaning forward with a grin that showed too many teeth. 'Damn, Hotch, you didn't tell us you had a delivery like this waiting.' His gaze raked over your body, lingering on the way your shirt dipped low between your breasts.
Emily's eyebrows shot up, a smirk playing on her lips as she uncrossed her arms. 'She's... distracting.' JJ bit her lip, eyes tracing the curve of your hips. Gideon cleared his throat, but his stare was fixed on your legs. Spencer flushed red, stammering something incoherent, his pen dropping to the table.
You felt the heat of their attention like a physical touch, your skin prickling. Hotch set the marker down, stepping closer to pull you into a quick kiss. 'Thanks, sweetheart. You look incredible.' His hand brushed your waist, possessive but not stopping the others from watching.
Derek stood, circling the table slowly. 'Incredible? That's an understatement. That skirt's criminal—makes a man wanna bend you over right here.' His voice dropped, rough and teasing.
Hotch shot him a look, but there was no real heat in it. 'Morgan.' Yet he didn't pull away when Derek's hand grazed your arm, or when Emily rose to join, her fingers lightly trailing your shoulder.
'You mind if we... inspect the package?' Emily murmured, her breath warm against your ear. The room thickened with tension, the case forgotten as JJ stood too, her soft hand sliding up your thigh under the table's edge.
Your pulse raced, arousal pooling between your legs. 'Aaron?' you whispered, seeking permission, but his eyes darkened with lust, nodding subtly.
That was all it took. Derek grabbed your waist, spinning you against the table, your ass pressing into the edge. He yanked your shirt up, exposing your bra, and palmed your breasts roughly, thumbs circling your nipples through the lace. 'Fuck, these tits are begging for it.' He pinched hard, making you gasp.
Emily knelt in front of you, hiking your skirt higher to reveal your thong. She hooked her fingers in the waistband and tugged it down, exposing your shaved pussy. 'So wet already,' she purred, leaning in to lick a slow stripe up your slit, tongue flicking your clit.
You moaned, gripping the table as JJ moved to your side, capturing your mouth in a deep kiss, her tongue tangling with yours. Spencer's hesitation broke; he stood awkwardly, but Derek shoved him forward. 'Come on, pretty boy, touch her.' Spencer reached out, his long fingers trembling as they cupped your ass, squeezing tentatively before sliding between your cheeks.
Gideon watched from his chair, unzipping his pants to stroke his thickening cock. 'She's perfect for this team,' he grunted, eyes locked on Emily's head bobbing between your thighs.
Hotch positioned himself behind you, his erection pressing against your back through his slacks. He unbuttoned your shirt fully, shoving the bra down to free your breasts. Leaning over your shoulder, he sucked one nipple into his mouth, teeth grazing the sensitive peak while his hand kneaded the other.
Derek dropped his pants, his thick cock springing free, veined and hard. He guided your hand to it, making you stroke him as he kissed your neck. 'Jerk me off while Emily eats that pretty pussy.'
Emily's tongue plunged inside you now, fucking you with wet thrusts, her nose bumping your clit. You bucked against her face, the slurping sounds filling the room. JJ broke the kiss to trail bites down your neck, then latched onto your free breast, sucking greedily.
Spencer, emboldened, pushed a finger into your ass, the intrusion making you clench. 'Like that?' he whispered, adding a second, scissoring gently.
'Yes—fuck, deeper,' you panted. Hotch unzipped, his cock—long and girthy—rubbing against your hip. He turned your head, feeding it into your mouth. You sucked eagerly, hollowing your cheeks as he thrust shallowly, hitting the back of your throat.
Gideon stood, approaching with his cock in hand. He replaced JJ at your breast, pinching and twisting while jerking himself faster. 'Open wider for Hotch, girl. Take him like the slut you are.'
The degradation sent a thrill through you, your body arching. Emily stood, wiping her mouth, and stripped her pants off, revealing a strap-on harness she'd somehow prepared. 'My turn.' She bent you further over the table, aligning the thick silicone dildo with your pussy and slamming in.
You cried out around Hotch's cock, the stretch burning deliciously. She fucked you hard, hips snapping, the fake cock bottoming out with each drive. Derek moved to your other side, shoving his dick past your lips alongside Hotch's—two cocks stretching your mouth wide. You gagged, saliva dripping down your chin, but licked and sucked sloppily, tasting their precum.
JJ climbed onto the table, straddling your face backward. 'Eat me,' she demanded, lowering her soaked pussy onto your mouth. You lapped at her folds, tongue circling her entrance before sucking her clit, making her grind down with whimpers.
Spencer's fingers in your ass turned to three, prepping you as Gideon positioned himself. He pulled Spencer aside, rubbing his cockhead against your hole. 'Relax,' he ordered, pushing in slowly. The double penetration—Emily in your pussy, Gideon in your ass—had you screaming into JJ's cunt, vibrations making her shudder.
Derek and Hotch thrust into your mouth in tandem, balls slapping your chin. Spencer, pants around his ankles, stroked his slender cock, waiting his turn. 'She looks so full,' he murmured, voice husky.
Emily pounded faster, the strap-on hitting your g-spot relentlessly. 'Cum for us—squeeze that dildo.' Your orgasm crashed over you, walls fluttering around the intrusion and Gideon's shaft, juices squirting onto Emily's thighs.
They didn't stop. Hotch pulled out first, moving behind Emily to fuck her ass while she railed you, his grunts mixing with hers. Derek took his place in your mouth, fucking your face brutally. 'Swallow it all, baby.' He came with a roar, hot spurts flooding your throat—you gulped it down, some spilling over your lips.
Gideon thrust deep into your ass, unloading with a groan, his cum leaking out as he withdrew. Spencer eagerly replaced him, sliding his cock into the slick mess, whimpering at the tightness. 'Oh god—it's so warm.' He fucked you erratically, hands gripping your hips.
JJ came on your tongue, her thighs clamping your head as she flooded your mouth with her release. She dismounted, kissing you messily, tasting herself.
Emily climaxed from Hotch's pounding, pulling the strap-on out to let him take her place. Hotch slammed into your pussy, the overstimulated nerves making you sob with pleasure. 'Mine,' he growled, possessive even now.
Derek, recovering, lifted your legs higher, allowing Spencer better access to your ass. The renewed double penetration—Hotch in front, Spencer behind—had them syncing thrusts, cocks dragging against each other through your walls.
Gideon and Emily watched, fingering each other lazily. JJ knelt to lick your clit, adding to the overload.
You came again, harder, body convulsing as Hotch and Spencer filled you—Hotch's cum mixing with the remnants in your pussy, Spencer's spurting deep in your ass.
They eased you down onto the table, panting and spent. Hotch pulled you into his arms, kissing your forehead. 'Lunch can wait.'
Derek chuckled, zipping up. 'Best delivery ever.' The team shared knowing smiles, the case files scattered like afterthoughts, the room heavy with the scent of sex.
Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Female Reader x Emily Prentiss
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Summary: As Erin Strauss's assistant, the female reader delivers a file to Aaron Hotchner's office, where flirtation escalates into a heated encounter on his desk. Interrupted by Emily Prentiss, the reader hides under the desk and continues pleasuring Hotch orally, leading Emily to discover and join the illicit threesome in a frenzy of passion.
The fluorescent lights of the BAU bullpen hummed overhead as you clutched the manila folder Strauss had thrust into your hands. 'Get this to Hotchner. Now,' she'd barked, her eyes sharp as ever. At 28, you were used to being her right-hand woman—fetching coffee, scheduling meetings, enduring her moods—but this errand felt different. Hotch's office was at the end of the hall, a fortress of authority you rarely breached.
You knocked twice, heart picking up pace when his deep voice called, 'Come in.' Aaron Hotchner sat behind his desk, sleeves rolled up on his crisp white shirt, tie slightly loosened after a long day. His dark eyes flicked up from paperwork, stern but not unkind. 'What is it?'
'Strauss sent this.' You stepped forward, placing the file on his desk, but instead of retreating, you lingered, leaning in just enough to let your blouse gape open at the top button. 'She said it's urgent. But... you look like you could use a break, Agent Hotchner.'
His brow furrowed, but you caught the flicker in his gaze as it dipped to your cleavage. 'Thank you. That's all.' He reached for the file, but you placed your hand over his, fingers brushing his knuckles.
'Aaron,' you murmured, voice low and teasing. 'Call me by my name. And maybe... let me help you unwind.' Slowly, you undid the next button on your blouse, revealing the lace edge of your bra, your breasts straining against the fabric.
He swallowed hard, chair creaking as he shifted. 'I'm married. This is inappropriate.' But his eyes stayed locked on you, pulse visible in his neck.
You smiled, unbuttoning another, the shirt parting to show more skin. 'Married doesn't mean you can't look. Or touch.' Stepping around the desk, you perched on the edge, close enough for him to smell your perfume.
Hotch's resolve cracked. 'We can't—' But his protest died as you slid off the desk, dropping to your knees between his legs. His hand shot out to stop you, but it tangled in your hair instead. With a curse, he stood, crossing to the door and locking it with a decisive click.
Back at the desk, he hauled you up, mouth crashing onto yours in a bruising kiss. His tongue invaded, claiming, as he lifted you onto the polished wood, papers scattering. You wrapped your legs around his waist, grinding against the hard bulge in his pants. 'Fuck, Aaron,' you gasped, fingers clawing at his shirt.
He growled, shoving your skirt up your thighs, panties yanked aside. Settling between your spread legs, he dropped to his knees, strong hands gripping your hips. His breath ghosted over your exposed pussy, already slick with arousal. 'You have no idea what you're starting.'
Then his mouth was on you—lips sealing around your clit, sucking hard while his tongue lashed the sensitive nub. You moaned, head falling back, fingers fisting his hair as he devoured you. He thrust two fingers inside your wet heat, curling them against your walls, pumping in rhythm with his licks. Your thighs trembled, pussy clenching as pleasure built fast.
A sharp knock shattered the moment. 'Hotch?' Emily Prentiss's voice filtered through the door.
'Shit,' he hissed, pulling back. You scrambled off the desk, diving under it just as he straightened his tie and shirt, dropping into his chair. 'Come in.'
Emily entered, closing the door behind her, file in hand. 'About yesterday's case—the unsub's profile was spot on, but the takedown...'
You crouched in the dim space under the desk, heart pounding. Hotch's legs were spread slightly, his erection tenting his slacks. Biting your lip, you reached up, unbuckling his belt with quiet clicks, zipper following. His cock sprang free—thick, veined, precum beading at the tip—as you wrapped your hand around the base.
He cleared his throat above, voice steady as Emily droned on about evidence. 'The victimology suggests—'
You leaned in, tongue flicking the slit to taste his saltiness, then took him into your mouth, sucking slow and deep. Hotch's thighs tensed, one hand dropping to grip the armrest.
'—and we need to debrief the team,' Emily continued, oblivious at first.
You bobbed your head, lips stretching around his girth, tongue swirling the underside. Saliva coated him as you hollowed your cheeks, taking him deeper until he hit the back of your throat. A low groan escaped Hotch, involuntary and rough.
Emily paused, eyes narrowing. 'You okay, Hotch?'
'Fine,' he gritted out, but his hips twitched forward, fucking your mouth subtly. 'Just... a long day.'
She stepped closer, leaning on the desk. You didn't stop—sucking harder, hand stroking what your mouth couldn't reach, balls tightening under your touch. Another groan rumbled from him, deeper this time.
Emily's gaze dropped to his lap, then sharpened. 'Is that...?' She crouched slightly, peering under the desk to see you, cock buried in your mouth, eyes watering but determined.
Hotch froze. 'Emily—'
But she smirked, locking the door again. 'Well, this is interesting.' Instead of outrage, heat flared in her dark eyes. She rounded the desk, kneeling beside you. 'Room for one more?'
You pulled off with a pop, grinning up at her. 'Always.'
Emily's hand joined yours on Hotch's cock, stroking firmly while you licked his balls, sucking one into your mouth. He groaned louder, head thunking back. 'This is insane.'
'Insane's my middle name,' Emily quipped, leaning in to kiss you over his thigh, tongues tangling briefly before she took his cock from you, swallowing him down with expert ease. Her head moved fast, gagging slightly as she deepthroated him.
You stripped off your blouse fully, bra following, then shimmied out of your skirt and panties, bare under the desk. Crawling up, you straddled Hotch's lap from the side, guiding his hand to your breast. He pinched your nipple hard, the other hand fisting Emily's hair as she sucked him relentlessly.
'Fuck, Emily—your mouth,' he panted, control slipping.
She hummed around him, vibrations making him buck. You ground your wet pussy against his thigh, clit rubbing the fabric of his pants, chasing friction. 'Touch me, Aaron,' you whispered.
His fingers delved between your legs, thrusting into your soaked cunt, thumb circling your clit. You rode his hand, moans muffled against his neck as he finger-fucked you deep.
Emily pulled off, strings of spit connecting her lips to his throbbing cock. 'My turn.' She stood, shedding her blazer and unbuttoning her shirt, revealing a black lace bra. Hiking her skirt, she pushed her panties aside and straddled Hotch's lap opposite you, sinking down onto his dick with a gasp.
'God, you're huge,' she moaned, rolling her hips, pussy gripping him tight as she bounced. Hotch thrust up, hands on her ass, slapping the flesh.
You watched, aroused beyond measure, then kissed Hotch fiercely, tasting Emily on his lips. 'Fuck her hard,' you urged, reaching around to rub Emily's clit as she rode him.
She cried out, pace quickening, tits bouncing free when she unhooked her bra. Hotch latched onto one nipple, sucking while pounding into her, the desk creaking under the force.
'I'm close—' Emily warned, body shuddering.
'Come on my cock,' Hotch ordered, voice commanding. You pinched her clit, and she shattered, pussy spasming around him, juices dripping down his balls.
He lifted her off, cock slick and pulsing, then turned to you. 'Your turn.' He bent you over the desk, ass up, and slammed into your pussy from behind, filling you completely. You braced on your elbows, pushing back to meet his thrusts, the slap of skin echoing.
Emily recovered, kneeling to lick where you joined, tongue flicking your clit and his shaft. 'Taste so good together,' she murmured, then sucked your swinging tits as Hotch fucked you raw.
'Harder—fuck my pussy, Aaron!' you begged, walls fluttering.
He obliged, gripping your hips bruisingly, pistoning deep until stars burst behind your eyes. Orgasm hit like a wave, cunt milking him as you screamed.
Hotch pulled out, stroking himself furiously. 'Open,' he commanded. You and Emily knelt together, mouths open, tongues out. He came with a roar, hot spurts painting your faces and tongues, cum dripping down chins.
Panting, you licked each other clean, sharing salty kisses. Hotch slumped in his chair, watching with sated eyes. 'This... stays between us.'
Emily winked, buttoning her shirt. 'Our little secret.'
As you all dressed, the air thick with satisfaction, you knew this file delivery had opened far more than just a case.
Summary: A month after the sudden death of her husband, William LaMontagne Jr., from a fatal aneurysm tied to his old thyroid issues, Jennifer Jareau drops her sons Henry and Michael off at her mother's for the weekend. Seeking distraction in a dimly lit bar, the widowed agent in her late 40s spots the youngest woman who catches her eye—a 22-year-old Y/N—and brings her home for a night of raw, comforting intimacy that eases the ache of loss.
The rain pattered against the windshield as Jennifer Jareau pulled up to her mother's modest house on the outskirts of Quantico. It had been exactly one month since Will's aneurysm hit like a freight train, his body giving out in the middle of their kitchen while she was away on a case. The thyroid complication from years ago had been a ticking bomb no one saw coming. Now, at 47, JJ felt the weight of widowhood pressing down, her blonde hair tied back in a hasty ponytail, her blue eyes shadowed with exhaustion.
Henry, her lanky 16-year-old, grabbed his duffel from the back seat, Michael clutching his stuffed bear beside him. 'We'll be fine, Mom,' Henry said, his voice cracking just a bit—he'd been trying to act tough since the funeral. Michael, only 9, hugged her tightly through the open door. 'Love you, Mommy. Tell Grandma hi.'
'I will, baby. Be good for her.' JJ forced a smile, kissing their foreheads before watching them dash through the drizzle to the porch. Her mom waved from the doorway, understanding the silent plea in JJ's eyes: I need space tonight. With the boys settled for the weekend, she drove toward the nearest bar, the kind of dive where agents drowned sorrows without drawing stares.
The place was dimly lit, smelling of stale beer and fried food. JJ slid onto a stool at the end of the bar, ordering a whiskey neat. Her mind replayed the last moments with Will—his laugh, his hand on her waist—but grief twisted it into something sharper. She scanned the room absently, landing on a young woman nursing a drink alone. Y/N, 22 and fresh-faced, with wide eyes and soft curves hugged by a simple black top and jeans. She looked out of place, maybe celebrating a birthday or escaping her own troubles, but something about her vulnerability pulled JJ in. The youngest girl in the room, unassuming and open.
JJ approached after her second drink, sliding onto the stool beside her. 'Mind if I join? You look like you could use company.'
'Understatement.' JJ's voice was husky from disuse. They talked—easy at first, about nothing: the rain, bad dates, city life. Y/N was a college student, waitressing to pay tuition, single and curious. As the whiskey loosened JJ's tongue, she shared fragments of her loss, the words spilling out like a confession. Y/N listened, her hand brushing JJ's arm in comfort.
An hour later, JJ's hand rested on Y/N's thigh under the bar. 'My place is close. If you want to... continue this.' Her eyes held a mix of need and hesitation.
Y/N nodded, heat flushing her cheeks. 'Yeah. I want to.'
The drive back was charged, silence thick with anticipation. JJ's apartment felt empty without the boys' chaos or Will's presence, but tonight, that emptiness begged to be filled. She locked the door behind them, turning to Y/N in the hallway light. 'I haven't done this in... a long time. Not like this.'
Y/N stepped closer, her youth a stark contrast to JJ's seasoned poise. 'Then let me help. Whatever you need.' She cupped JJ's face, pulling her into a soft kiss that deepened quickly, tongues sliding together as hands roamed.
JJ groaned into it, backing Y/N against the wall, her body pressing firm. At 47, she was still fit from BAU training—strong thighs, full breasts straining her blouse—but grief had softened her edges. She nipped Y/N's lower lip, tasting the sweetness of her drink. 'Bedroom. Now.'
They stumbled down the hall, shedding clothes in a trail: JJ's jacket, Y/N's top revealing a lacy bra cupping perky tits. In the bedroom, JJ pushed Y/N onto the king-sized bed, the one she'd shared with Will, but tonight it was hers alone. She stripped off her shirt, bra following, her heavy breasts swaying free, nipples hardening in the cool air.
Y/N's eyes widened, drinking her in. 'You're beautiful.' She reached up, pulling JJ down to straddle her hips, mouths crashing again. JJ's hands worked Y/N's jeans open, yanking them down with her panties, exposing smooth skin and a neat patch of hair above glistening pussy lips.
'Fuck, you're so young... so ready.' JJ's voice was rough, fingers tracing Y/N's inner thighs before dipping between her folds, finding her already wet. She circled the clit slowly, watching Y/N arch and gasp.
'JJ—please.' Y/N bucked up, her small hands kneading JJ's breasts, thumbs flicking the stiff peaks. JJ moaned, leaning down to suck on Y/N's neck, leaving a mark as her fingers plunged inside, two at once, curling to hit that spot that made Y/N cry out.
'Like that? My fingers fucking you deep?' JJ pumped harder, thumb grinding her clit, the slick sounds filling the room. Y/N's walls clenched, her body trembling as orgasm built fast—youth making her responsive, eager.
'Yes—oh god, JJ!' Y/N came with a shudder, juices coating JJ's hand, her pussy pulsing around the intrusion.
JJ pulled her fingers free, bringing them to Y/N's lips. 'Taste yourself.' Y/N sucked them clean, eyes locked on JJ's, then flipped their positions with surprising strength. Now atop, Y/N kissed down JJ's body, lavishing her tits with licks and sucks, teeth grazing nipples until JJ writhed.
'Lower,' JJ demanded, threading fingers in Y/N's hair. Y/N obliged, trailing kisses over her stomach, the faint scars from childbirth, before spreading JJ's thighs wide. Her pussy was soaked, swollen from arousal, clit peeking out begging for attention.
Y/N dove in, tongue flat against the slit, lapping upward to circle the clit. 'Mmm, you taste good.' She sucked gently, then firmer, fingers joining to thrust inside JJ's heat, stretching her.
JJ's hips lifted, fucking Y/N's face. 'Harder—eat my pussy like you mean it.' The words felt foreign but freeing, grief momentarily drowned in pleasure. Y/N hummed, the vibration sending shocks through JJ, her tongue flicking rapidly as fingers scissored deeper.
'Fuck, yes—right there, baby.' JJ's breaths came in pants, one hand fisting the sheets, the other guiding Y/N's head. The coil tightened, release crashing over her in waves, cum flooding Y/N's mouth as she cried out, body convulsing.
Panting, Y/N crawled up, kissing JJ softly, sharing the taste. 'More?' she whispered.
JJ nodded, rolling them so she hovered over Y/N. From the nightstand, she grabbed a strap-on—Will's old one, forgotten in the drawer. She buckled it on, the thick silicone cock jutting out. 'I want to fuck you. Hard.'
Y/N spread her legs, eyes dark with want. 'Do it. Fuck me, JJ.'
JJ positioned the tip at Y/N's entrance, pushing in slow at first, watching her pussy stretch around it. Inch by inch, she filled her, until hips met hips. 'So tight... taking me all.' She started thrusting, steady rhythm building to slams, the harness grinding her own clit with each drive.
Y/N moaned loud, legs wrapping around JJ's waist, nails digging into her back. 'Deeper—fuck, you're so good.' Her tits bounced with the force, pussy clenching as JJ pounded relentlessly, sweat slicking their skin.
'Come for me again,' JJ growled, one hand pinching Y/N's nipple, the other rubbing her clit. The dual assault shattered Y/N, her orgasm ripping through, walls milking the strap as she screamed JJ's name.
JJ followed soon after, the friction pushing her over, body shaking as she ground down. She collapsed beside Y/N, pulling her close, the strap still buried deep.
In the afterglow, tears slipped from JJ's eyes—not just from release, but release of something heavier. 'Thank you,' she murmured, kissing Y/N's temple.
Y/N snuggled in, hand stroking JJ's hair. 'Anytime. Stay with me tonight?'
JJ nodded, the emptiness a little less vast. For the first time in a month, sleep came easy, wrapped in unexpected warmth.
Pairing: Jason Gideon x Female Reader (ft. Spencer Reid)
Summary: A planned dinner date with Jason's young colleague Spencer Reid takes an unexpected turn when a case pulls Jason away, leaving his fiancée alone with the brilliant but awkward agent. What starts as an awkward evening spirals into an intense, voyeuristic encounter orchestrated by Jason's hidden desires, turning a night gone wrong into one of raw, uninhibited pleasure.
The upscale Italian restaurant buzzed with the low hum of conversations and clinking glasses, but for y/n, the evening already felt off-kilter. She sat across from Jason Gideon, her fiancé, his salt-and-pepper hair catching the soft lighting, his eyes crinkling with that familiar warmth. Beside him was Spencer Reid, the new young agent—tall, lanky, with a mop of curly brown hair and an intensity that made him seem both brilliant and painfully awkward. Jason had insisted on this double date, calling it a way to 'integrate the team,' but y/n sensed something more beneath his casual suggestion.
'Pass the bread, Spencer?' Jason asked, his voice steady as he glanced at the younger man. Spencer fumbled the basket, nearly knocking over his water glass, his cheeks flushing. 'S-sorry, sir. Statistics show that 72% of first dates involve some form of minor spill—' He trailed off under Jason's amused gaze.
y/n smiled, reaching over to steady Spencer's hand. 'It's fine. Relax, Spencer. We're not on a case here.' Her fingers lingered on his, soft and warm, and she caught Jason watching, his expression unreadable but his eyes darkening with intent.
The meal progressed in fits and starts—Spencer's rapid-fire facts about Roman history interspersed with Jason's probing questions about the latest unsub profile. y/n laughed at the right moments, her red dress hugging her curves, the neckline dipping just enough to draw glances. But then Jason's phone vibrated harshly against the table. He checked it, his jaw tightening.
'Team needs me back at the BAU. Hotch just called—possible lead on the case.' He stood, buttoning his jacket. 'I'll get the check on the way out. You two... finish up. Spencer, make sure she gets home safe.' His gaze locked on y/n's, a silent promise flickering there, before he leaned down to kiss her cheek. 'Be good.'
As Jason left, the air shifted. Spencer shifted uncomfortably in his seat, pushing his glasses up. 'I-I'm sorry about this. We can call it a night if you want.'
y/n shook her head, her lips curving into a mischievous smile. 'No way. The night's young, and Jason set this up for a reason. Come on, let's get out of here. My place is closer.' She stood, her hand brushing his arm, guiding him out into the cool night air. The cab ride was tense, Spencer's knee bouncing as he rambled about traffic patterns, but y/n's mind raced ahead, piecing together Jason's subtle hints over the past weeks—the way he'd watched her flirt with colleagues, his voice husky when he'd confessed fantasies of sharing her.
At her apartment, the door clicked shut behind them. y/n poured wine, handing Spencer a glass with a wink. 'Loosen up. Jason trusts you.' She sat close on the couch, her thigh pressing against his, the scent of her perfume—jasmine and heat—filling the space.
Spencer swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing. 'I... I don't know what to say. This feels—'
The door opened again. Jason stepped in, not gone after all, his coat already shed. He'd circled back, slipping in quietly through the side entrance he'd had keyed for just such occasions. He didn't speak, just leaned against the wall, arms crossed, watching as y/n's eyes lit up with understanding.
'The case?' she asked, voice breathy.
'A ruse,' Jason admitted, his tone low and commanding. 'I wanted to see this. You with him. While I watch.' He unbuckled his belt slowly, the leather whispering as he freed his cock, already half-hard and thick in his hand. He stroked it lazily, eyes fixed on them. 'Go on, Spencer. Show me what that big brain of yours can do with a woman like her.'
Spencer's eyes widened, darting between them, but y/n didn't give him time to protest. She straddled his lap, her dress riding up to expose lace panties, grinding down on the bulge forming in his pants. 'It's okay,' she murmured against his ear, nipping the lobe. 'Jason wants this. I want this.' Her hands worked his shirt open, fingers tracing the lean muscles of his chest, surprisingly defined under the awkward exterior.
Spencer groaned, his resolve crumbling as he cupped her ass, squeezing the firm flesh. 'God, y/n...' He captured her mouth in a hungry kiss, tentative at first, then deepening as his tongue explored, tasting the wine on her lips. y/n moaned into it, her pussy throbbing as she rocked against him, feeling his cock strain through his slacks.
From the corner, Jason pumped his fist along his shaft, pre-cum beading at the tip. 'That's it, boy. Kiss her like you mean it. Make her wet for you.' His voice was gravelly, arousal thickening it as he watched Spencer's hands slide up her thighs, pushing the dress higher.
y/n broke the kiss, breathless, and stood to shimmy out of her dress, revealing her naked body beneath—full breasts with hardened nipples, a trimmed patch above her slick folds. Spencer's gaze devoured her, his cock twitching visibly. She knelt between his legs, unzipping him with deft fingers. His dick sprang free, long and veined, curving slightly upward. 'Fuck, Spencer, you're bigger than I imagined.' She wrapped her hand around it, stroking firmly as she leaned in, tongue flicking the head to lap up the salty pre-cum.
Spencer hissed, threading fingers through her hair. 'Y/n—oh shit.' She took him deeper, lips stretching around his girth, sucking with hollowed cheeks as her head bobbed. Saliva dripped down his shaft, her hand twisting at the base in rhythm. He bucked involuntarily, fucking her mouth shallowly, while Jason's strokes quickened, his free hand gripping the wall for support.
'Look at her take you,' Jason growled. 'Suck him harder, baby. Make him beg.'
y/n hummed around Spencer's cock, the vibration drawing a whimper from him. She pulled off with a pop, strings of spit connecting her lips to his tip, and stood, pushing him back. 'Your turn.' She guided his head between her legs, and Spencer dove in eagerly, his tongue lapping at her pussy like a man starved. He licked broad stripes over her clit, then sucked it gently, fingers parting her lips to delve inside, curling against her g-spot.
'Yes, fuck—right there,' y/n gasped, grinding against his face, her juices coating his chin. Spencer's nose bumped her clit as he thrust his tongue deeper, devouring her with surprising skill, his genius mind perhaps analyzing every moan and twitch.
Jason edged closer, his cock throbbing in his grip, veins bulging. 'Taste how sweet she is? That's my fiancée, Spencer. Fuck her with your mouth until she comes.' He jerked faster, the slick sounds joining y/n's cries as her thighs trembled, orgasm crashing over her. She flooded Spencer's mouth, hips jerking as he drank her down, not missing a drop.
Panting, y/n pulled Spencer up, kissing him fiercely, tasting herself on his tongue. 'Inside me. Now.' She pushed him onto the couch and straddled him, sinking down onto his cock in one fluid motion. Her pussy stretched around him, walls fluttering as she bottomed out, his length hitting deep.
Spencer gripped her hips, thrusting up to meet her as she rode him hard, breasts bouncing with each slam. 'So tight—y/n, you're incredible.' His hands roamed, pinching her nipples, rolling them until she arched back.
Jason moved to the armchair opposite, legs spread wide, fisting his cock with urgent pulls. 'Ride him, baby. Milk that young dick. Show him what he's missing.' His eyes burned, breaths ragged as he watched Spencer's shaft disappear into her over and over, her ass cheeks slapping against his thighs.
y/n leaned forward, bracing on Spencer's chest, circling her hips to grind her clit against him. 'Harder—fuck me like you own it.' Spencer obliged, pounding up into her, the wet squelch of her pussy echoing. Sweat slicked their skin, her nails raking his shoulders as pleasure coiled tight.
'I'm close,' Spencer warned, voice strained.
'Come inside her,' Jason commanded, his own release building. 'Fill my fiancée up.'
That pushed Spencer over, his cock pulsing as he erupted, hot cum spurting deep into y/n's core. She clenched around him, her second orgasm ripping through, walls squeezing every drop from him. Jason followed with a guttural moan, ropes of cum shooting across his hand and stomach, his body shuddering.
y/n collapsed against Spencer, both spent, as Jason rose, wiping himself clean before joining them. He pulled her into his arms, kissing her deeply. 'Perfect. You both were perfect.'
Spencer blinked, dazed but sated. 'That... was not how I expected the night to go.'
y/n laughed softly, sandwiched between them. 'Wrong turns can lead to the best places.'
Jason smirked, his hand possessively on her thigh. 'Damn right.'
**Summary:** During a heated argument, a frustrated and gentle Spencer Reid is pushed to his limit by his girlfriend's shocking provocation. When he finally snaps, he's surprised to discover a dark, thrilling side of himself he never knew existed, and a matching desire in the woman he loves.
The silence in the apartment was a living thing, coiled in the space between you on the couch. Spencer sat at the other end, a textbook open but unread in his lap, his gaze fixed on a point on the far wall. It was the third night this week. He was home, but he wasn't *here*. His mind was still in Ohio, still sifting through the gruesome details of a case that had left him hollowed out.
"Spencer," you said softly, trying to break through the wall he'd built around himself. "Talk to me."
He sighed, a sound of profound exhaustion. "There's nothing to talk about. I'm just... tired."
"You're always tired," you said, the words coming out sharper than you intended. "You come home, you sit here, and you just... disappear. I feel like I'm living with a ghost."
His head snapped toward you, his eyes flashing with a rare spark of anger. "It's not like I have a choice, Y/N. It's my job. It's what I do."
"And what about me?" you countered, your own frustration rising to meet his. "What about us? Do I get a turn? Or am I just supposed to be happy with whatever scraps of attention you have left over after you're done playing god with serial killers?"
"That's not fair," he said, his voice rising.
"Isn't it?" you shot back, standing up and pacing. "You hold everything in, Spencer. Every horrible thing you see, every dead body, every twisted mind. You let it all fester inside you until you're ready to explode, but you never do. You just let it eat you alive."
"I don't want to fight," he said, his voice pleading.
"Then don't!" you said, stopping in front of him. "Do something else! Yell! Throw something! Hit me!"
The last words hung in the air, shocking you both into silence.
His eyes went wide with disbelief. "What? Y/N, I would never... I could never..."
"Then what good is all that rage?" you whispered, grabbing his hands. They were trembling. "You're so scared of it, of yourself. Let it out. Take it out on me. I'm not made of glass, Spencer. I can take it."
He stared at you, his expression a war of horror and a desperate, terrifying temptation. "No. I can't."
"You can," you insisted, your voice a raw, desperate taunt. "You want to. I see it in your eyes."
Something in him finally broke. It wasn't an explosion, but a quiet, terrifying snap. With a low growl, he shot up from the couch, his movements surprisingly fast and fluid. He backed you up until your shoulders hit the refrigerator with a soft thud. Before you could react, his hand was on your throat.
He didn't squeeze hard enough to hurt, but the pressure was there, a firm, unyielding band of heat that stole your breath and sent a jolt of pure electricity straight through you. His eyes were dark, wild, his face inches from yours. He was a stranger, a terrifying, beautiful stranger, and you had never been more aroused in your life.
You looked up at him, at the furious, conflicted man holding your life in his hands, and you smiled. A slow, triumphant, genuine smile.
"That's what I wanted, baby boy," you breathed, your voice a husky whisper.
The effect was instantaneous. The fury in his eyes didn't vanish, but it was joined by something else. A dawning, shocked comprehension. He looked at you, truly looked at you, and saw the truth. You weren't a victim. You were a willing participant. You had wanted this. Needed this.
A slow, hesitant smile spread across his own lips, transforming his face. The gentle, harmless Dr. Reid was still there, but a new, thrilling part of him was waking up.
"Oh," he murmured, his voice a low, wondering rumble. "I see."
He tightened his grip on your throat, just enough to make you gasp, to make you feel the delicious, dizzying rush of being completely at his mercy. "You like this," he stated, his voice filled with a newfound, dark wonder. "You like it when I'm in control."
You could only nod, your eyes locked on his, your body thrumming with a heady mix of fear and desire.
He leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear. "You should have told me sooner," he whispered, his voice sending shivers down your spine. "We could have been having so much more fun."
He kept his hand on your throat as he used his other to unbutton your jeans, his movements surprisingly sure. He slid his hand into your pants, his fingers finding the slick, wet heat of your arousal. He groaned, a low, guttural sound of pure, unadulterated lust.
"You're so wet," he murmured, his voice thick with wonder. "All this time... this is what you wanted."
He began to circle your clit with his thumb, his touch firm and demanding. It was a new kind of intimacy, a raw, primal connection that was more intense than anything you had ever shared. You leaned your head back against the fridge, your eyes closed, surrendering to the pleasure.
"Look at me," he commanded.
You opened your eyes and met his gaze. The sight of him, his eyes dark with lust, his hand on your throat, his fingers working you into a frenzy, was almost enough to push you over the edge.
"Who do you belong to?" he asked, his voice a low growl.
"You," you gasped. "I belong to you."
"That's right," he said, his voice filled with a fierce, possessive pride. "You're mine."
He increased the pressure of his thumb, his fingers moving faster. "Come for me," he commanded. "Come for me now."
With a cry, your orgasm ripped through you, a blinding, all-consuming wave of pleasure that made your legs tremble. He held you up, his hand still on your throat, his other hand still buried in your pants, as you shuddered and convulsed against him.
When it was over, you were limp, spent, and completely boneless. He slowly removed his hands, his touch gentle once more. He looked at you, his expression a mix of awe and a little bit of fear.
"Did I... did I hurt you?" he asked, his voice trembling slightly.
You reached up and cupped his cheek, your thumb stroking his skin. "No, Spencer," you whispered, your voice soft and sure. "You didn't hurt me. You set me free."
He let out a shaky breath, a slow, genuine smile spreading across his face. "Wow," he said, his voice filled with a newfound sense of wonder. "Just... wow."
The dim light of the living room cast long shadows across the cluttered space, remnants of the day's chaos from the FBI's investigation into y/n's sister's murder. At 20, y/n was a vision of raw beauty—long dark hair tousled from crying, full lips parted in grief, and curves that strained against her tight tank top and shorts. Luke Alvez had stayed behind after the team left, his broad frame filling the doorway as he watched her curl up on the couch, sobs shaking her shoulders.
'y/n, hey,' he said softly, stepping inside and closing the door. His voice was rough from hours of casework, but gentle now. 'You shouldn't be alone right now.' He sat beside her, close enough that his thigh brushed hers, the heat from his body cutting through the chill of her despair.
She looked up, eyes red-rimmed but sparkling with unshed tears, her chest heaving. 'What am I supposed to do, Luke? She's gone. Fucking gone.' Her voice cracked, and she leaned into him, burying her face in his chest. The scent of his cologne—musky and strong—mixed with her vanilla shampoo, stirring something primal in the air.
Luke wrapped an arm around her, pulling her tight. 'I know it hurts like hell. But I'm here. Let me take care of you.' His hand stroked her back, fingers tracing the dip of her spine under the thin fabric. She shivered, not from cold, but from the way his touch ignited a spark low in her belly. Grief twisted into need, desperate for any distraction from the pain.
y/n tilted her head, her lips inches from his neck. 'Take care of me how?' she whispered, her breath hot against his skin. Her hand slid up his thigh, bold in her vulnerability. 'I don't want your pity. I want... something real. Make me forget, even for a little while.'
Luke's pulse raced, his cock stirring in his slacks as her fingers grazed higher. 'Shit, y/n, you're playing a dangerous game.' But he didn't pull away. Instead, he cupped her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze—dark eyes burning with restrained hunger. 'If this is what you need, I'll give it to you. But you tell me to stop, and I will.'
She nodded, crashing her mouth against his in a fierce kiss. Tongues tangled, wet and urgent, as she straddled his lap, grinding her hips down on the growing bulge. 'Fuck, yes,' she moaned into his mouth, her pussy aching through her shorts as she felt his hardness press against her.
Luke's hands roamed, gripping her ass and squeezing the firm cheeks, pulling her closer. He broke the kiss to yank her tank top over her head, exposing her perky tits, nipples hard and begging. 'Goddamn, you're gorgeous.' He latched onto one peak, sucking hard, his tongue flicking the sensitive bud while she arched into him, fingers threading through his hair.
'Luke, please—touch me,' y/n gasped, fumbling with his belt. She freed his cock, thick and veined, throbbing in her palm as she stroked it from root to tip. Pre-cum slicked her fingers, and she smeared it over the head, making him groan.
He flipped her onto her back on the couch, shoving her shorts and panties down in one rough motion. Her pussy glistened, folds swollen and ready. 'So wet for me already,' he murmured, kneeling between her legs. Two fingers plunged inside her, curling to hit that spot that made her cry out, while his thumb circled her clit.
'Oh fuck, right there!' y/n bucked against his hand, her walls clenching as pleasure built. He pumped faster, scissoring his fingers, stretching her while his mouth returned to her breasts, biting and licking until she was a writhing mess.
Luke withdrew his fingers, slick with her juices, and brought them to her lips. 'Taste yourself.' She sucked them clean, eyes locked on his, the act filthy and intoxicating. Then he positioned his cock at her entrance, rubbing the tip along her slit. 'Gonna fill you up, make you feel every inch.'
With a slow thrust, he sank into her heat, her pussy gripping him like a vice. 'Shit, you're tight,' he grunted, bottoming out as she wrapped her legs around his waist. He started moving, hips rolling in deep, steady strokes, each one dragging against her inner walls.
y/n clawed at his back, nails digging in. 'Harder, Luke—fuck me like you mean it.' He complied, pounding into her with forceful snaps, the couch creaking under them. His balls slapped against her ass, the wet sounds of their joining filling the room. She met every thrust, her clit grinding against his pelvis, chasing the edge.
'Say my name when you come,' he demanded, one hand pinning her wrists above her head, the other pinching her nipple. The dominance pushed her over, her orgasm ripping through her, pussy spasming around his cock as she screamed, 'Luke! Fuck, yes!'
He followed seconds later, burying deep and unleashing thick spurts of cum inside her, coating her walls. 'Take it all, baby,' he growled, riding out the waves until he collapsed over her, both panting.
In the afterglow, he kissed her forehead, holding her close. 'Better?'
y/n smiled faintly, tracing his jaw. 'For now. Don't go yet.'
'I won't,' he promised, pulling her into his arms as the night wrapped around them.
